"What is he going to say to me ?" she asked Augusta, with her hands clasped, when she went up to put her bonnet on after breakfast.
"To fix the day, I suppose," said Augusta.
"If I thought so, I would endeavour to please him.

But it isn't that.
I know his manner so well! I am sure it is not that.

Perhaps it is something about my boy.

He will not wish to separate a mother from her child." "Oh dear, no," said Augusta.

"I am sure Frederic will not want to do that." "In anything else I will obey him," said Lizzie, again clasping her hands.